Call me crazy, but when I go out to take care of the chickens, I sing to them. Really gets the Tom turkey going! They all really start cackling, and running around. Perhaps my screeching isn't pleasant to them, can you imagine that?!?! They are still laying over 70 eggs a day in spite of temps in the single digits and below. They really get going over Jingle Bell Rock. Maybe it is the dancing.

My favorite Christmas song is and has always been O Holy Night sung slow and quietly like a lull-a-by.

Call me crazy, but when I go out to take care of the chickens, I sing to them. Really gets the Tom turkey going! They all really start cackling, and running around. Perhaps my screeching isn't pleasant to them, can you imagine that?!?! They are still laying over 70 eggs a day in spite of temps in the single digits and below. They really get going over Jingle Bell Rock. Maybe it is the dancing.

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!

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Remember the way the crowds went wild whenever Elvis or the Beatles performed? Those chickens are probably just swooning in ecstacy

On the lighter side--"Grandma Got Runover by a Reindeer", serious-- Bing Crosby's--- "I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas" don't know why, never enjoyed his singing, not from that era, but it just brings out the spirit.

I favor very little by Garth Brooks, but one of not so big hits I just love. "Bellau Wood"

"Belleau Wood"

Oh, the snowflakes fell in silence
Over Belleau Wood that night
For a Christmas truce had been declared
By both sides of the fight
As we lay there in our trenches
The silence broke in two
By a German soldier singing
A song that we all knew

Though I did not know the language
The song was "Silent Night"

Then I heard my buddy whisper,
"All is calm and all is bright"
Then the fear and doubt surrounded me
'Cause I'd die if I was wrong
But I stood up in my trench
And I began to sing along

Then across the frozen battlefield
Another's voice joined in
Until one by one each man became
A singer of the hymn

Then I thought that I was dreaming
For right there in my sight
Stood the German soldier
'Neath the falling flakes of white
And he raised his hand and smiled at me
As if he seemed to say
Here's hoping we both live
To see us find a better way

Then the devil's clock struck midnight
And the skies lit up again
And the battlefield where heaven stood
Was blown to hell again

But for just one fleeting moment
The answer seemed so clear
Heaven's not beyond the clouds
It's just beyond the fear

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